My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 129: Ambush on the Ten Sides

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“What's going on! What's going on?” Just as JOAN began to compile his own people to prepare for a breakthrough, there was a huge noise behind him, and JOAN had to focus on it. What was it, the Camelos had to fight?

But when JOAN looked back, he found that it was the 130,000 people who stayed where they were!

They rushed to their side, scared as if there were demons behind them, as if their side could help them to resist the demons' power, but then again, less than 9,000 knights behind them opened a thin layer of pockets, just a back-and-forth burst and drove 130,000 lives in horror.

JOAN was angry, and she turned around and yelled at the people around her: "Stop them! Get them back! This place can't stand their shock! ”

That's right, JOAN, only 20,000 people have not only failed to stop the Camelot 9,000 cavalry, but also 130,000 people, and if you let them come this war has not been fought, they have lost!

The gap between JOAN and KELAR is right here.

But Joan's own voice was so tiny that her roar wasn't even as loud as Artoria's, where could everyone hear it? Where can we get everyone to hold their feet? How can Joan be taken care of by people who are easily hit by the past and scared to death? Where else can I count on their patron saint? If it weren't for the first time that six strong men were in front of JOAN, I'm afraid JOAN would have fallen straight down and been trampled to death!

Just because a lot of people die like this doesn't mean that Joan will!

When the crowd dispersed her army out of control, JOAN knew the big picture was gone! Very quickly she jumped straight off the horse and started running along the stream.

Behind her are nine thousand very dispersed knights who are slaughtering.

Despite her bravery, not to mention her ability to break through the siege of the 9,000 knights, the knights on the outskirts of Camelot alone will go down to 78,000, even if she can break through this first level?

She instantly realized that the protagonist of the war had changed from three to a duet, and that she had lost the opportunity to intervene as the protagonist.

The only thing she can do now is expect the King of Scotland's army to resist the crowd, then use the strength of the camp to integrate and finally use the strength of numbers to kill a bloody path, so Scotland has a glimmer of hope that whoever escapes will have a chance to rise again in the East Mountains, otherwise Scotland will have no more resistance!

Wishes are good, but not as good as Kerall's.

Kerall knew that the King of Scotland was going to escape, seeing as if the other knight was in front of him and Joan. Why not retreat instead of the Shield? The knight used his mobility to swim away the tactics of procrastination?

So the irrational crowd was directly driven away, and not only was more than 10,000 people from JOAN wrapped up in the King of Scotland's camp, but even the King of Scotland, who had retreated from integration, suffered a great deal.

The barracks were not easy to navigate because of the reasons for their construction, and even rebel displaced persons had to go both ways around the huge pillars, creating a buffer.

The pillars that had been created to stop them now stand to great credit at this very moment.

But the helpless thing is, there are so many Scottish rebels displaced!

$130,000!

When the whip is broken! The so-called Light Knight is powerless in the face of so many people after losing its power!

The King of Scotland found himself running out of time to scold these * * rebels when the rolling flood reached him.

Savvvy knew that if he wanted to go against the sky at this time, the only thing that would happen would be to be trampled into meat and mud.

There was no way for the King of Scotland to abandon his crown and gorgeous robe in the face of such momentum, and his goal now was obvious: to abandon the original plan to preserve his strength and turn the matter directly to fleeing.

And so did JOAN, who had broken through.

There is no way to fight Camelot's knights in this stream of people who have been scared by the Camelot people to stop the rebellion, and it can no longer be said to be equal! It's a massacre!

The two running tears filled their faces.

Although they differ in political opinions and positions, the same people, with the vision of two people, have been able to meet the fate of these people. Perhaps they can use the trees in the dense forest to resist the knights, but they have completely lost their minds, they are just a bunch of lambs!

At this time, the 3,000 knights who were behind the King of Scotland were supposed to block roads, were apparently notified or led by a commander in front of them, separated them from each other and joined the two cavalry forces to start driving away Scottish displaced people with bows and arrows.

Even if Gavin and others are exhausted from their horsepower, they won't dare to rush backwards from a distance, because the front is already wide open, as long as they rush into the dense forest, they will be safe!

What if the three missing formations were used by Kerall, the Taliban and the one missing, and it was a mastermind, and even if Joan and the King of Scotland knew about it, there were definitely ambushes on the way out? They're on their own! There is no way to control this frenzied group, just to escape the dwindling flow of people.

The knights surrounded by at least 50,000 on three sides killed at most 30,000 people, and 5,000 people fell to the ground between runs and were trampled to death by their own people.

And when this group of people came into the woods and died because they were rushing too fast and people were hitting trees or getting stuck in their bodies by branches, it was like a tragic view of the world.

“Damn...” JOAN began walking constantly to the outskirts of the crowd, leaving only two of the six strong men beside him, securely covering behind her and to her right.

The three of them started walking out slowly, in a triangle in the flow.

And the King of Scotland was even more wondrous. There was only one underwear, and he died. He put on a sleeve of soft silk underwear imported from Red Leaf Ridge and ran away naked with a hemp cloth that he didn't know who had lost. Obviously, he found the white meat underneath him too eye-catching, and he grabbed a pair of pants that fell on the floor and wore them, which made it look very ordinary.

Keiral nodded softly as he watched the army converge in the mountains and drove his enemies to the woods: “You go join the army and find and torture me as soon as you can about the rebel leader. I'm leaving, and I'm going to call Gavin and Gagheris, and we're going to catch the big fish.” Kerall smiled and dusted off with more than fifty sword sisters, while more than fifty disciples on the other side ran off with a ride of smoke and dust where the army gathered.